"Well, Jason, would you like the nickel tour or do you just want to sack out? I imagine you're eager to see your bed after the long day you've had."Well, Jason, would you like the nickel tour or do you just want to sack out? I imagine you're eager to see your bed after the long day you've had." Jason tore his eyes away from her figure. "Why ah, yes! Thanks! A bed would be good," he managed to say. They trooped up the wide, curving front staircase, three abreast. At the end of a teak-paneled hallway, she opened a set of ornate double doors. "These will be your rooms. Bathroom on the left, wardrobe and dressers on the right. Oh, and there's a surprise on the bed, it's just for special occasions, we can change them for satin later. Flora will get your bags. I'll be back later to check on you." She paused in the hall, one hand still on the doorframe. "Oh, and if you need anything, I'd rather you didn't go wandering around...just use the bell pull there." She nodded toward a tassled embroidered tape, hanging next to the bed. When they had left, Jason wandered around his room, bemused by it's lavish appointments. Rather than closets, a huge cherry armoir took up most of one wall, with an equally large matching chest of drawers on the oppposite wall. The walls were hung with burgundy velvet curtains, the floor was carpeted with a deep pile in the same color, and the french four-poster bed was hung with more velvet curtains. The place looked like a sultan's palace! Wondering what the surprise was, he inspected the bed. He was delighted to find it covered in sheets of soft amber latex rubber topped by a thick comforter of shiny black latex. He wondered how he'd ever get to sleep in sheets like that. He noticed that the upstairs was a little on the chill side, though, and he hoped it would be enough to keep him from sweating badly in all that rubber. Flora trudged in, puffing, with his trunk and valise. "You'll have to unpack yourself, I'm afraid, the mistress wants her bath about now." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'll be back later." She gave him a quick taste of her tongue and a brief squeeze at his crotch and was gone, leaving only the memory of her rubber-covered breasts pressing against him. |